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mia ghost - fareal lyrics

[verse 1]
you mean to tell me n+ggas k!llers ’cause they man’s died?
tryna beef for clout, you ain’t a opp, you the ham type
been ah got one of these n+ggas touched with my hands tied
if n+ggas say they be with sharks, that’s a d+mn lie
got into it with a xan’ last night and lost the d+mn fight
you know you ain’t cut if you ain’t steppin’ for your mans, right?
you know once you go against the grain, that sh+t stamped, right?
flunky n+gga getting off rapping his man’s life
internet thugs posing with poles for some d+mn likes
motherf+ckers tried but we ain’t going like a red light
i done took all the meds, i had left to get my head right
sh+t don’t even make sense, what n+ggas do for names?
how your shooter shoot his own mans? find a shooting range
see that sh+t coming, i give a f+ck when n+ggas moving strange
i don’t give a f+ck, i ah turn a fake k!ller to a stain
lil’ n+ggas saying a lot of nothing, lil’ pootie tangs
al that rap cap, fake+ass shooters wouldn’t shoot a fade
she a bop, you tryna motivate her like you louie ray
move like it’s smoke, we bound to make a n+gga move away
it seem like n+ggas get a bl!ck and start moving laced
r.i.p. kobe, it ain’t no passes, i see through a fake
staying ten and we stay on go like we don’t use the breaks
re ain’t kanye but he’d show you how to use a drake
i don’t know how n+ggas tail tuck but move with snakes
i don’t know why n+ggas run they mouth like they can run from bullets
n+ggas half steppin’, whole time i’m tryna tuck the fully
how the f+ck it’s smoke if you ain’t blow it? n+ggas f+cking p+ssy
[verse 2]
like how you wanna be an opp but ain’t do nothin’ to me?
bro ain’t clumsy but he ’bout to trip if n+ggas bump into me
really be with pits, the type of n+ggas you can’t f+cking bully
re said he tryna smoke, your man’s not no f+cking cookie
in a striker with switches, who want a f+cking whooping?
mean mugging mean you wanna get popped, all that f+cking looking
goofy thinking bro was swapping guns ’til he f+cking took it
tryna get off, you’d get offed thinking n+ggas stupid
n+ggas lost we tryna see where n+ggas getting at for real
flunkies really put up talking like they really in the field
we be knowin’, i don’t know why most these n+ggas capping still
they ain’t ’bout it, they only stunting for the internet for real
n+ggas all cap and brodie tryna get a hat for real
stampcamp camping out, ain’t shooting at no cribs
bro tryna smoke somethin’ with the chop ’cause he ain’t have no sig
they could have all they money they need, still won’t have no sense

- mia ghost lyrics

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